The waiting room at the vets full. A sure sign that the clinical young veterinaire from Paris is not working. On the opposite side of the reception a French lady with blue rinsed hair cradling a blue rinse toy poodle in her lap. " Isn't it odd how some people end up looking like their dogs?" I ask . 'The font' looks across the room, then looks at Wilf, then looks at me. "She's probably thinking the very same thing" . We're both still laughing uproariously when it's our turn to go in.
Home to find the hyper-active gardeners chopping down trees and planting new ones. Wilf heads off for a celebratory tyre christening.